Gemotions

He surveyed the scene with a steady gaze. The lawyer’s office was opulent, all dark wood and leather, but within him, there was a steady quietude. His sister, fidgeting beside him, seemed a tightly wound spring. He listened patiently as the will was read, each clause a carefully constructed sentence. The family home, his sister’s. A trust fund, in his name. He was grateful, truly, for the opportunities this would afford. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly, and steepled his fingers, the weight of the moment felt more like a pleasant stillness than anything else.